Two years ago, the only thing I craved for breakfast on the weekend was pancakes. For months and months, I ate pancakes — drizzled with maple syrup, alongside a mug of hot coffee — every single Saturday morning before heading out to the pottery studio. If my partner was doing the cooking, I would sometimes...

As I’ve mentioned before, I love to start my weekend off with pancakes. I do like to mix it up, though, and lately I’ve been all about these whole grain and nut pancakes. These pancakes just happen to be oil-free and don’t use any white flour at all; packed with oats, pecans, and whole wheat...

The story of this granola goes back many moons to when I lived in the tiny village of Tivoli, New York. By the time I moved to Friendship Street, I’d long known Tivoli’s Mikee as the talented baker who dropped off several loaves of inexplicably wonderful fresh bread at my co-op every Sunday morning. But...

This next recipe is a favorite passed down from my mother’s mother. They’ve always been referred to in my family as “Revel Bars,” though a few years ago I found eerily similar recipe in Joy of Cooking called “Chocolate Oat Bars.” In any case, a quick google shows that this name (and basic recipe) is...

Don’t get hung up on their lousy name; cowboy cookies are actually really delicious. I brought three dozen of these giant cookies on a flight to Iowa once, and my two brothers devoured every last one in six hours flat. Another time I brought them on a three hour road trip to Portland, Maine, and...